Without remorse I will serve myself with my hands,With refined thought, from stone I will carve the word.With care I will choose the colors, to flirt with the verse,The vibrating graces will cast shadows, stretching across the field of the soul.
The soul-word and the sweet-word will flow in the spring's bed,My essence in the stream, where even the twilight will shine.Softness will float, mixed with the sweet sounds it will carry,Loves will fall like dew and rise from the verdant valley!
I remain hidden there, in the flow of the painted verse,The freshness that fills the feelings, I make an unquenchable light for you...
